February 2012
36 posts
We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than...
– Seneca (via picalla)
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Her gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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So why am I depressed? That’s the million-dollar question, baby, the...
– Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story
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We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and...
– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
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It’s true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
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When you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody...
– J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know- because once I wanted something...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via indicio)
I want my music to sound like throwing yourself out of a tree, or off a tall...
– Florence Welch (via atomos)
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity when, for a few...
– A Single Man (via seaa-legs)
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So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via black-wolves)
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...
– Neil Gaiman (via nagging)
But mostly, I was crying because I was suddenly very aware of the fact that it...
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via jen-gee)
January 2012
34 posts
And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people...
– Stephen Chbosky (via infinitives)
I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of...
– D.H. Lawrence (via venula)
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What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane...
– The Virgin Suicides
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Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in...
– John Green, Looking For Alaska
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You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess...
– Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why